Mothers slave Part 1
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A story of mother and son with a passion for pumping iron.


I was 16 when I met Derek and subsequently after a couple of dates with Derek
I became pregnant and gave birth to my only son Johnny at the age of 17. Derek
left town soon after and any attempts to contact him proved futile.

Thankfully I have a close relationship with my brother Marcus who runs the
family business, Marcus and my late father started the construction business,
a couple of years before I turned 17. Unfortunately my father passed away
before Johnny's birth. I will always be thankful for my brother as he gave me
a half day job at his business not to mention that he has been a father figure
for Johnny all these years.

You see when I turn 35 my son Johnny finished school at 18 and decided not to
further his education at college but rather work for my brother Marcus in the
construction trade, Marcus was keen for Johnny to join him as he has three
daughters himself and would like the company to stay in our family hands. It
was in the first month of work that Johnny came home one afternoon and
complained about how hard he worked and that if he was stronger he would be
able to lift and carry the equipment and material he and his uncle used with
more ease.

He told me that he is going to join the local gym and that they offered him a
special family application plan, two for the price of one, since it would be a
waste not for me to join I sign up with Johnny. At 5'9'' and 130lbs my son
could do with bulking up a little, and after cleaning his room in the mornings
I have notice that he has kept a couple of those bodybuilding magazines under
his bed. He obviously has an interest in muscular development. And it would be
good for him to get out of the house some more and meet different people as
all his friends are off at college.

I only signed up because Johnny was so eager. I was pleasantly surprised at
how soon I was addicted to my workout routines. When I signed up for member
ship I was 5'7'' and weighted 125lbs.

Johnny was so interested in bodybuilding that he created a muscle development
page on a website devoted to bodybuilding and fitness, where you can post your
latest workout photos as well as lifting statistics on the internet for your
friends to see and report on, he even insisted on uploading a page for me with
my before and after progress pictures.

I am now 38 and after 3 years of working out I am quite pleased with my
transformation from 125lbs with a fat percentage of 21% to 175lbs of lean
muscle with a fat percentage of 12%, my biceps when flexed is 16'' and I am
just short of benching 260lbs. I must say that working out has totally
transformed my outlook on life. I now plan what my diet will be for the week
ahead. My son Johnny also managed to add a little muscle, the last time he
took his stats he was weighing 160lbs and had 14.5'' biceps, I suppose as he
gets more mature he will also bulk up more easily.

As I only work half days I tend to go to the gym at 13h00 to 14h30 for half an
hour of cardio and an hour of heavy lifting. Thereafter I eat a light protein
meal and take a quick nap till about 16h00 after which I prepare dinner for me
and John. John likes to go to the gym during its peak hours of between 17h00
and 18h00.

An excited Johnny run into the dining room and exclaimed: Mum you won't guess
what I have done tonight...

I don't know dear but you seem very enthusiastic.

Mum I bench pressed 170lbs tonight, I can't wait post it on my website.

I am so very proud of you Johnny.

Mum do you think you can take a new profile picture of me?

Yes sure darling, perhaps we take a picture before you eat your dinner, that
way your sixpack should be more prominent.

I agree with you mum, let me quickly get my camera.

John took about 5 minutes and when he came to the living room he was only
dressed in a Speedo, he must have brought it recently as I have never notice
him owning one before. Also I was a little bid speechless as he seems to be
very well endowed, I immediately cleared my mind of that fact.

Okay, Johnny can you do a couple of posses for me? As I am taking his pictures
I can't help but to feel proud that my son is slowly turning into a strong
muscular young man, in a couple of years he will be truly huge, and I always
admired athletic men.

Okay Jonny I think I took enough pictures of you, here's your camera back.

Thanks mum I will update my profile after dinner, by the way when was the last
time you updated you profile mum?

I don't know son, you created the profile for me remember? It must have been
more than a year ago why do you ask?

Well mum since I have to update my profile I can also update yours as well, I
still have your password and it's the same as your email password.

Johnny what are you doing with my email password?

You never use your email mum, so can I take a new profile picture of you?

Do you have too? I asked.

Yes mum just get dressed in your workout clothes would you?

Okay give me a couple of seconds...

The last time Johnny took a profile photo of me I was wearing my standard
workout clothes. But my development was quite spectacular and I think a two
piece bikini would complement my figure a little better. The problem was that
the last time I worn my bikini was more than 4 years ago...

Goodness mum exclaimed Johnny, you really are taking this seriously aren't
you? You are bulging with muscles, said Johnny.

Well son I worked bloody hard for his body and this tight bikini might just do
the trick.

Well mum it does accentuate your muscles laughs Johnny...man ,mother I didn't
know you had such lean 6 pack er I mean 8 pack that's unbelievable, how many
sit-ups did you do today?

I didn't do any sit-ups today dear, but I did some abb workouts yesterday.

I must admit that I did 1# 500 sit-ups yesterday thought.

1# 500 sit-ups mum I barely manage to do 200 in one sitting.

Don't worry son you will get there soon enough.

After a couple of posses Johnny went to fetch his dinner from the kitchen and
thereafter took his camera to up load the pictures onto his laptop. Apart from
dinner and a quick shower, he should be busy in his room for the rest of the
night. After I heard the shower stopping, I went to his room to see how the
pictures that he posted on the internet came out.

I usually knock on his door before entering, he must have been really in a
hurry because his door was slightly ajar and I managed to peek inside his room
before knocking on the door.

I am glad I didn't knock because it would have been embarrassing for him. As I
poked my head into his room I noticed that he sat naked in front of his laptop
busy masturbating. I don't have a problem with him masturbating that's what
all young men do. As I was about to withdraw from his room, I glanced at his
laptop screen and what truly shocked me was that he looking at a picture of me
that he took earlier this evening.

My goodness what did I do that my son was attracted to me? I must admit the
idea of having sex with someone younger that was athletic but also weaker than
me seemed to be alluring. But my son no that's just wrong.

The next day at work all I could think of was my son, was this normal?

At the gym that afternoon I pumped some serious iron as I was having these
frustrated emotions, it was more than 21 years since I slept with any man. No
my son wasn't attracted to me he was only fascinated with my muscles. But what
if my son is really attracted to me? Oh Goodness I feel so guilty and dirty
but I can't seem to get the picture of my son out of my mind.

That evening when Johnny came home I asked him if we could take some new
profile photos of each other, he seemed eager to comply. Johnny went to fetch
his camera and dressed in his Speedo and I got dressed in my tight bikini.

I decided to do a couple of bicep poses.

After we took pictures of each other and as he was prepared to go to his room
to upload the new photos I stopped him.

Johnny you have bulked up quite nicely, I was wondering if you might want to
arm wrestle your old mum?

Mum firstly you're not old your younger than my friends' mothers. Also mum
your biceps are about 16'' and mines just slightly bigger then 14.5''when
flexed.

Come on Johnny just for fun.

As we sat at the dining room table opposite each other I am certain that my
son was very excited, we clasped hands together and at the count of three my
son began to push my arm to the side, once my arm was close to touching the
table I smiled at him and started forcing him in retreating until his hand hit
the tabletop, goodness it felt good to beat him so easily.

Oh I win, flexing my right arms bicep and then kissed it.

You're a show-off mum.

Now Johnny don't be a sore loser, you just need to gym harder that's all. I
think that in a couple of years you might actually beat me...

Oh Johnny come on and feel how hard my biceps are. I didn't have to wait for
his reply as I stood up he came over to me and started feeling my biceps gosh
mum they are really hard.

Thanks dear.

As his hands are feeling my biceps I noticed that he has an erection.

At this point I couldn't resist is any more grabbed him by his wrist and
forced his arms apart whereby I place my right leg between his legs and lo and
behold I could feel his erection.

Johnny you seem enjoy my body don't you?

Mum Please!

Come on lets have a wrestling match.

Johnny's eyes seem to have lightened up as my right leg is humping his stiff
member.

I then jump on my son and hold him in a bear hug he was struggling to break
free from my grip.

Mum let me go.

Johnny I know that you masturbated and had impure thoughts about me.

Suddenly he seemed embarrassed and denied my acquisition.

I stood on my toes and started to kiss my son on his lips inserting my tongue
into his mouth, at this point I stopped hugging him and we started caressing
each other, my virgina already wet with anticipation.

We both groaned in ecstasy and after what seemed to be an hour of sweaty sex
Johnny said: I really love your muscles mum but we haven't wrestled yet.

Don't worry son Tomorrow night we can further explore mummy's muscles.